My heart was broken afresh by Jesus today as I read Luke 6 and the account of Jesus, the Pharisees and the man with the withered hand. As I walked home from dropping the kids off at school I was reading this passage and suddenly my heart broke again. Thankfully I didn’t see anyone as I wandered along crying as the reality hit me. This is what I saw:
The Pharisees are sat in the places of importance, looking on and judging this miracle man preacher.
He preaches and preaches and challenges their comfort, until He sees one that all know is tainted.
His hand is all withered, all know because of sin.
The sinner’s eyes focus downwards: “don’t make eye contact, don’t make eye contact, lest they sneer at my pain…”
The important ones focus their attention more closely, what would the preacher man want…
…with a sinner so useless?
And He reaches out His hand to the sinner, the man so tainted, his hand all withered.
The important ones look on, shocked at the possibility; He wasn’t going to heal him, was he?!
On a Sabbath no less?!
How disgusting, how despicable, to break the laws of the Sabbath, He deserves to be stoned, doing such evil in the Synagogue.
And as they look on with hearts made of stone, the preacher man’s heart is breaking once more…
…as the pain of the outcast, the judged and the sinner, means nothing to the important, just reminds them they are purer.
As the preacher man’s heart cries for the pain of the broken man, and His anger grows against those who would judge.
He speaks to this outcast, this sinner, this failure…
…the man looks up, shocked that anyone would bother.
The preacher man’s eyes glisten with tears and with anger and broken hearted passion he shouts,
“I ask you is it lawful to do good on the Sabbath, or to do evil….
…to SAVE a life, OR TO DESTROY IT?”
The important ones look on, completely disgusted, his words not even hitting their hearts…
…as the preacher man heals the sinner’s hand, and with it He also restores His whole being.
As the important ones seethe and whisper their murder plans, while the no longer an outcast man hugs this preacher man hard.
And the preacher man cries as He looks at His creation and knows it’s going to take something more…
…more than healing to break hearts of stone, more than words to pierce minds blockaded.
He weeps inside with love for them all.